![]() ![]() But whenever they asked me about ‘the Vorakkar,’ as they called him, I said nothing, giving glib, meaningless answers. I recounted my brief travels across Dakkar for Trissa and Avala. I’d resumed my duties around the orala sa’kilan, even though I saw the way Kalloma’s eyes narrowed in worry. Inside, it was just as I’d left it a few days prior. ![]() Despite Kalloma’s urgings for me to stay, I knew that no one could convince me not to go.Īnd so I journeyed deep underground to the vault.Īt the door, I pulled the key from my dress and slid it into the lock, twisting that ancient, rusted thing until I heard it pop open. ![]() Then I was moving again, winding down the stairs to the vault below the atrium. Pausing for only a moment, I watched it dance and sway. I watched the dust trickle and glisten in the spear of light. We would have to ride fast and hard to reach the eastlands in time. Whatever she’d seen…it had perhaps shaken her more than my father’s strange and sudden death. I still didn’t know quite what she’d meant by it but I could hear the unwavering truth in her voice. That this would be our last chance to rebalance Dakkar. ![]() I couldn’t get Kara’s words out of my head. And in the morning, we would begin that final journey to the eastlands. ![]()
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